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Sounds Fail

The sky is falling quietly down
The evening starts to glow
You let her out in the garden
Commanding off you go
The dusk is growing deeper
And through the shift of time
I hear you calling “Pippa!”
And she comes back, and I
Hear your “good girl” to her
And Pippa wags her tail
She licks your face, the image blurs
You smile, the sounds fail.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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